Sleeping Dragon set the controls for the heart of the sun

Thuringwethil's call rose into the air, stirring Gyda from her methodical duty of patrols, allowing the rhythm of her paws beating against the earth to beat away her thoughts — which were usually racing these days. She had begun to feel like she was on the precipice of her sexual maturity yet no heat cycle had yet come and Gyda could not help the overwhelming fear that she was broken. She did not know who to ask. Her mother was many days south and it was embarrassment and beyond that shame and fear that kept her from asking Lucani. Gyda tried her best not to think about it because the truth was her knowledge of something that was regular with females was extremely vague. The call was urgent and the shield-maiden wasted no time diverting her path to one that would take her with haste to her Heda's position. When Gyda was close enough to spot Thuringwethil's familiar silhouette in the distance, she let out a soft chuff of greeting, wasting no time striding to the other, taller woman's side.